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"What is that little phial?" demanded Koupriane, as he saw Rouletabille pull a small, stoppered bottle out of his pocket. The reporter replied, "I have put into this bottle the vodka that was poured into Natacha's glass and mine and that we barely touched." "Someone has tried to poison you!" exclaimed Pere Alexis. "No, not me," replied Rouletabille, in bored fashion. "Don't think about that.
"Sofia Alexandrovna will be sure to see something," whispered Douniacha; "but you always are laughing at such things." Sonia heard the remark and Natacha's whispered reply: "Yes, she is sure to see something; she did last year." Three minutes they waited in total silence. "She is sure to see something," Natacha repeated, trembling.
Rouletabille asked the officers, "Was this arrangement because the first wife of the general, Natacha's mother, was rich?" "No. The general, who always had his heart in his hand," said Boris, "married her for her great beauty. She was a beautiful girl of the Caucasus, of excellent family besides, that Feodor Feodorovitch had known when he was in garrison at Tiflis."
I have confided my honor to Your Majesty. I have told you Natacha's secret. Well, now, before Matrena's confession, I dare to ask you: Promise me to forget that secret. It will not suffice merely to give Natacha back again to her father. It is necessary to leave her course open to her if you really wish to save General Trebassof. What do you decide, Sire?"
He continually worked back toward the house, and thus he traversed all the paths that led from the villa, but in all these excursions he took pains not to place himself in the field of vision from Natacha's window, a restricted field because of its location just around an abutment of the building.
He stopped her with a terrible gesture. "Natacha, you are going to tell us what Michael Korsakoff came here to do to-night." "Feodor Feodorovitch, he came to poison you." It was Matrena who spoke now and whom nothing could have kept silent, for she saw in Natacha's attempt at flight the most sinister confession.
Give me Matiew's and I will give you the general's. And now there has been one more fruitless attempt to kill Feodor Feodorovitch and it is Natacha's fault that I swear, because she would not listen to me. And is Natacha implicated in it? O my God" Rouletabille asked this vain question of the Divinity, for he expected no more help in answering it on earth. Natacha!
She said: "Since the person is nowhere else, the person must be there." But Rouletabille continued obstinately: "No, no. Perhaps he is gone." "Gone! And everything locked on the inside!" "That is not a reason," he replied. But she could not follow his thoughts any further. She wished absolutely to make her way into Natacha's chamber. The obsession of that was upon her.
At the noise on the glass Natacha's door had opened cautiously, and she entered the sitting-room. On tiptoe she went quickly to the window and opened it. The man entered. The little light that by now was commencing to dawn was enough to show Rouletabille that Natacha still wore the toilette in which he had seen her that same evening at Krestowsky.
Rouletabille had already hurriedly preceded them, was down the staircase, had time to throw a glance into the drawing-room, stepped over Ermolai's huge corpse, entered Natacha's sitting-room and her chamber, found all these places deserted and bounded back into the veranda at the moment the others commenced to descend the steps around Feodor Feodorovitch.
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